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Sorry I didn't post much yesterday, but I decided to spend my time better by going over my notes for the last week. Professor Flitwick said there'd be a test on this last months lessons this Friday, so I've been studying hard. But Ron convinced me to take a break.
Everyone played well on Saturday, by the way. And you had a lot of support. Seamus, Neville and I could barely hear ourselves over the yelling. It was a great atmosphere. And we won by heaps, didn't we! It was a great game. At least, I think it was. But then again I'm not an expert on Quiddich like everyone else. As I'm told by everyone else. Ginny, Harry, Ron, whatever.
Everywhere I go, girls are talking about the Ball. I've counted 20 so far who are going to be Playboy Bunnies and 10 who are disappointed that Harry's taking Ginny. And almost every girl who sees me listening asks what I'll look like and and who I'm taking.
"Oh, Hermione! That sounds gorgeous! But how are you wearing your hair? And your make-up? And who are you taking? Ron Weasley! Oh my god, lucky!"
I'm not going to leave the common room from now on.